I’m not sure what to call us.
We’re in between strangers and friends.
You always smile at me when we pass;
We always make eye-contact from across a room –
What am I supposed to think of that?
Am I just supposed to wait until
We either come together –
Or fall apart?
I know now that I could never love either of them; at least, not in the way they wanted. How could I love someone that intimately, that deeply, that purely, when the love was not even mine to give away? How could I totally commit myself to one person when I wasn’t even my own? My very appearance, thoughts, emotions, ideas, were all borrowed f…[Read more]
I saw him weep then. And, strangely, it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve witnessed.
He shed not a tear, and at first glance it would seem that his face was barren and void of emotion. But that was not true.
He seemed to crumple in on himself as he collapsed against the wall. All the pain and grief was reflected in his eyes.…[Read more]
“Do you know what it was like, being trapped in your mind and secluded from the world?” Chas whispered. “Getting tortured every day in your unconscious? To have acid rain down on your head until your skin was burnt off and your very bones showed through, and then wake up and realize you weren’t dead? Or to be drowned multiple times in your dreams…[Read more]
“The world is in chaos,” Chas says. “I saw the destruction and desolation with my own eyes – no life for miles. Who knows how long it continues on for? It could go on forever – we may be the only ones left.”
“No,” I say, my hands shaking. “I’m not staying here. Anything is better than this hell.”
He grabs my shoulders, his fingernails…[Read more]
I am waiting for the day when they tell me I’m crazy.
“Unbalanced,” they might say, or “Unsound.”
Wouldn’t that just be lovely? Just think – to live in blissful ignorance, free from troubles and calamities, appointments and schedules, relationships and company, government and politics, finance and economics, and basically all the other…[Read more]
The door opened in a flourish, and you stepped inside, bringing all of winter in with you. There was a light scent about you; you smelled of bitter winds, and boughs laden with snow, and frost on a windowpane. Your cheeks were rosy from the chill, your eyes alight and dancing.
How I wished it were not the cold that kindled the fire behind…[Read more]
She woke with a start. His hands stroked her forehead, gently brushing the strands of hair away from her face.
“Another nightmare?” he whispered.
She did not answer his question, merely looked him in the eye and said, “Tell me a story – one that will make me forget.”
And so he did. Slowly, at first, painting a place with his lips, then…[Read more]
I dreamt of you last night,
But perhaps not in the way you are thinking
Or in a way that I would have liked.
I dreamed that we were talking
And the entire time, I felt wholly
And utterly foolish.
And let me tell you,
Never in my life have I doubted my intelligence.
But lately, around you, I do.
Words fail me – I’m tongue-tied,
The silence is overbearing, but we speak above it and try to hide it.
We press it back with our idle chat, but we both know it’s useless.
The silence rings in our ears, even as words fill our mouths.
We both don’t want to admit how bad it’s gotten lately,
So we push it away, and cover it with smiles.
I’ve never studied your features this close before,
But I think I have you memorized.
I close my eyes, but I can see –
The pale scar running down from your brow bone to your left eyelid;
The star chart of freckles scattered across your cheeks;
The colour of your eyes when you try not to cry.